His mouth dried up, c*ck ramrod straight and aching for action as his balls tightened. Fuck, he wanted…no, he needed her again. Needed to part her legs and bury his c*ck into her welcoming softness. Needed to watch her as he f**ked her, see that dark softness in her eyes as she came, clinging to him in trust. Looking at him as though he was her entire world. A shudder rolled through him. He wanted to be her entire world, wanted to erase the sadness he’d seen lurking in the depths of her eyes.
Decision made, he rolled off the bed and stalked across the small room. He paused for a moment to admire the shapely form highlighted by the warm lights of the shower alcove. Solar lamps, his implants told him as they automatically analyzed the light output, designed to keep humans fit and healthy in deep space when they had no access to natural sunlight.
His reverie didn’t last long. Driven by the needs of his body, he yanked open the shower door and stepped into the cubicle. She gasped at the intrusion, but he didn’t give her much choice about the matter, crowding her toward the extruded plasti-wall as he pulled the door shut behind him.
Water hit his chest in small, but powerful pin-pricks and he bit back a grin as he realized the thing was cranked up the max. He loved a powerful shower, and so it seemed did she. Just another of the ways that they were compatible, aside from the obvious. In that way, they’d just proved on her bed that they were very compatible.
“Hey, what are you doing? There’s no room in here for both of us to wash,” she started to argue, but stopped as he lifted a hand and shoved the showerhead aside. The direction of the water changed, hitting the side of the enclosure and running down the wall. Steam began to build, surrounding them in a warm, wet blanket.
“I’m not going to wash your back,” he bit out in a gravelly voice. Washing could come later, right now he had other, more interesting things to do to her.
“Oh.” Her lips formed a small “o” of surprise as her eyes widened and darkened in the same instant. Color hit her cheeks as she flicked a glance down at his rampant cock. “I guess you don’t need any time to recover, do you?”
Not with her. Slipping into character, he gave her a haughty look. “I am an Aries-class cyborg, I do not have such human weaknesses.”
Her reaction was instant and unexpected. She laughed, the skin at the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement. “Oh, she really did a good job with you, didn’t she? What a male thing to say!”
He grunted, not bothering to dignify that comment with an answer, and pressed her back against the wall. His mouth sought and found hers, latching onto the full softness with a hunger that brought a muffled gasp of surprise to her lips.
Groaning, he took advantage as they parted and thrust his tongue deep to taste her again. Her skin was slick and wet as he lifted her slight frame to press her back against the wall, rubbing and sliding against him in ways that made his eyes want to roll back in his head.
“Stop…”
She tore her lips from his, pushing at his shoulders. Johnny froze instantly and looked at her, holding her securely in the cage of his arms. No panic flowed across her features and he breathed a sigh of relief. He’d been worried for a moment she might be claustrophobic and he’d inadvertently triggered a panic attack.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
“No, you big oaf…I’m far too heavy. Put me down, you’ll damage yourself!”
The worry was evident in her voice and brought a smile to his lips. She was concerned about him. Warmth spread through his chest as he dropped his head to nibble along her neck.
“Too heavy? I’m an Aries class, I could bench press a shuttle if I needed to. I’m sure I can cope with lifting a tiny dot of a thing like you.”
A soft, sexy little groan escaped her throat as he brushed his lips against the sweet spot below her ear. The sound sent a shiver down his spine to wrap around his cock, jerking it high and tight as he grabbed thigh in one big hand and lifted it.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered, desperate to get inside her again. The rigid length of his shaft slid against her belly, the curls at the juncture of her thighs a sensual torment as the broad, mushroom head brushed past them. Then her legs were around his waist and his c*ck popped free from between their bodies. They both gasped as it prodded at the hot, slick opening to her p**sy.
“I’m gonna f**k you, pound you against the wall,” he promised, his cover completely slipping from his mind as lust took over. Her nostrils flared, the heat in her eyes nearly unmanning him as he drove up into her, claiming her with one hard thrust.
Their gasps mingled, amplified by the small alcove. Johnny pressed his eyes closed, body tense as he fought for control. Hot, slick and tight, she almost did him in there and then. Excitement and lust sizzled through his body like lava from the mountains of Helanis Prime, a tight band of heat that wrapped around his c*ck and tightened around his balls.
“Oh god, yes. Fuck me, please…I need you to f**k me hard.”
She whimpered, the sound hitting him on a primal level, and bit her lower lip, mangling the soft, plump tissue with her little white teeth.
He swooped in, kissing her again as he lifted her up off his cock. Then he released her, using gravity and a hand wrapped around her shoulder to impale her back onto the rigid shaft. Sexy sounds fell from her lips as he did it again and again, spreading his thighs to drive into her and setting a hard and fast rhythm in an attempt to slake the need surging through his body.
As soon as he’d seen her months ago, he’d wanted her. Had sensed it would be like this between them. Hot and hard and completely wild. As though nothing else mattered as soon as they touched each other, a wild passion that demanded to be assuaged.
“I’m not going to last long,” he panted between kisses. Unable to stop kissing her, stop touching her, even as her body started to tighten around his. She trembled and came with a cry, shouting his name as her cunt clamped down around his cock, milking him with strong, rhythmic contractions of her internal muscles.
“Fuck me! God, I’m coming.” His release crashed over him without warning, welling up out of nowhere. His ass flashed, h*ps doing the jerky two-step thing and then he slammed into her one last time. Hot seed pulsed from his cock, coating the inside of her p**sy as he emptied his balls into her. For a split second he wished it would find fertile ground…the need to claim her totally, as the mother to his children, overwhelming.
But that was never going to happen. Cyborgs couldn’t have kids, and besides, she thought he was a sexbot. Johnny closed his eyes and dropped his head. How the f**k did he get himself into these messes?
“You’re a f**king idiot, John.”
He was screwed. Well and truly screwed. Why had he thought lying was a good idea? Face set into stern lines, Johnny stalked through the corridors of the Starflame down to the secondary storage hold. He should have just come clean in the shop, told Milly who he was and asked her to reconsider going out to dinner with him. But no, he’d tried to be clever…get into her bed as a bot.
“I can’t stand liars. My ex lied a lot, about everything. Used to tell me I was pretty, gorgeous, that he loved me… Yeah, right. He loved my grandpop’s money. When he passed and all I got was the Starflame? Let’s just say love is the last thing he felt for me. He tried to get half the ship, but the judge told him to take a long walk out of a short airlock.”
Her laugh had near broken his heart, the bitter sound not quite hiding the wealth of misery and pain. Her ex was an idiot. A prize-winning idiot for letting a woman like Milly go, but he couldn’t be sorry about that, not when it gave him a shot at getting her into his bed. What he did regret was that she’d had to go through so much pain and unhappiness to get free of the bastard.
I can’t stand liars. Her words rang in his head, a damning refrain.
Lips twisted into a grimace, he paused before the door to the hold and tapped in the number sequence she’d given him. The Starflame was an older model, voice command and memorized access codes which meant he had to do things the old-fashioned way, rather than just use his cybernetic implants. No biggie, it helped with the human, or rather, bot cover. Wry amusement filled him as he walked into the cavernous cargo hold. He was a cyborg pretending to be a bot based on a human pretending to be a cyborg, who was actually a cyborg anyway.
“Man, you are twisted in the head,” he muttered as he approached the guardrail and looked down.
A low whistle escaped his lips. The hold was huge, falling away at least ten stories below him and extending out god knew how far. His implants foiled by the security shielding on the ship, he couldn’t access the station’s Public Access database, so couldn’t pull specs on the ship, but it had to be one of the largest transports he’d seen dock at the station. The hold was only half full, the automated loaders locked high and tight by the side doors, waiting for the morning and the next shift.
“Locke…Locke…”
His voice was low as he rambled along the racks built into the back wall of the balcony. The crew’s luggage and personal effects were stored in marked up lockers and cages. He lifted an eyebrow at the sight of a traditional Bacaral saddle in one cage, swaddled in protective plastic as it sat in state on its stand. Someone had expensive and dangerous hobbies. Apt to disembowel anything that moved and with permanent anger management problems, the six-legged Bacaral bulls weren’t known for their cuddly temperament.
The lights were out further along the balcony, each bulb snapping on as the sensors registered his body heat. Thankfully Milly wasn’t down here or the game would be up. She’d know instantly that he wasn’t a bot. Androids didn’t register a core body temperature, relying instead on heating their skin layer to make them appear more human and with a protective heat sheath beneath to stop it frying the inner workings.
“Hell, girl, you sure like to make a guy work for it,” he grumbled as he wandered down the balcony. It started to narrow down as the ship curved around. Typical, her stuff would be right in the corner, wouldn’t it?
He moved from the pool of light cast by the last bulb and waited for the next light to snap on. It didn’t, leaving him walking into semidarkness.
“Ack.” The bulb was out. Johnny shook his head, flicked his ocular implant over to night vision and waited for it to adapt. In the second between triggering the change and being able to see, it happened.
There were few things in the universe that bothered Johnny. Assholes picking on those smaller or weaker than themselves… Politicians that spewed nothing but lies… That idiot actor on Love Colony, with the nasal whine and the slick chat up lines that women seemed to love.
And spiders.
The big Aries-class cyborg, who’d killed more men than he’d had hot dinners and who could rig a base to blow with half an ounce of plastic explosive, a roll of duct tape and a paper clip, was scared of spiders. No, make that terrified of spiders. So much so that the first brush of the soft, clinging cotton-candy-like feeling of a web against the bare skin of his arm and shoulder turned him into a ninja-master.